The command center erupted into controlled chaos. Brian barked orders while people scrambled to their stations. "Tactical team, gear up now! I want three units ready to roll in five minutes!" Andrian was already moving toward the armory, Kira right behind him. Fidelia followed, her heart pounding as they entered a room lined with weapons, tactical vests, and communication equipment. "Here." Kira tossed a lightweight bulletproof vest to Fidelia. "Put this on." "I thought I was staying in the command vehicle," Fidelia said, catching it awkwardly with her bandaged hands. "You are." Andrian was strapping on his own vest, checking the magazine of his gun with practiced efficiency. "But you're still wearing protection. Non-negotiable." Fidelia didn't argue. She pulled the vest over her head, wincing as the weight settled on her shoulders. Around them, other agents were gearing up with the same quiet intensity-checking weapons, testing comms, moving with the kind of coordination that on
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